A Host of Words

When I am weary

And desire to know

The true meaning of life,

When I desire to find kairos

Amid the monotonous chronos,

I send towards the heavens:

A host of words 

Rising up to the heavens

Not unlike gentle incense,

Attempting to undecipher 

Unto the world

The language of God 

And how I needs must live 

To do what He wants

So to be united wholly to Christ

Waging a veritable war of words

Against what holds me back,

I write,

And so feel the pull of charity within me - 

The love of God for His own sake

And the love of neigbour for God's sake too - 

And I move joyfully towards Him,

Him Who is my Lord,

My God,

My everything

He tramples dragons

In the night

When darkness blinds me

I call His name

Yeshua

In the wilderness

When I am lost

I cry for help

O my strength, my shield, my God deliver me

Deliver me

And I hear His voice

A waterfall

I see His eyes

Ten thousand suns

He leads me out

Onto the path 

That tramples lions

He tramples dragons

Deliverer

Deliverer

Yeshua

You are my strength and shield